I came from the last couple of years in a generation where we didn't have a computer around so we didn't waste as much time on the internet as we do now so I had large chuncks of time which to devote to doing something.

I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.

Sometimes I get scared that I’m going to enter a web address into Twitter thinking it was my browser. That would be bad.

I find myself in situations that I know would be unbelievable pictures and I have to gauge, Is this worth taking the camera out? Am I gonna lose the moment? Am I gonna get a dirty look from Sting?

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.